THE MARTYR: A DRAMA.
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We must advance, and with our closing ranks
The fatal pile encircle.
[Exeunt in order, whilst a chorus of Martyrs is heard at a distance.
SCENE III.
An Apartment in a Private House.
Enter two Christian Women, by opposite sides.
FIRST WOMAN.
SECOND WOMAN.
Sinking at times to deep and awful silence,
From which again a sudden burst will rise
Like mingled exclamations, as of horror
Or admiration. In these neighbouring streets
I have not met a single citizen,
The town appearing uninhabited.
But wherefore art thou here? Thou should'st have stayed
With the unhappy mother of poor Cælus.
FIRST WOMAN.
Of fear and fearful hope.
